“Out of the Jag, a gentle smirk. Mission accomplished. Broken Britain, gone to meet its breaker. Prime Minister Boris Johnson is the joke and we are the punchline” Tom Peck The ‘i’.
It is the singular misfortune of what used to be known as The Transatlantic Alliance that we are now ‘governed’ east and west by hyperbole driven, under-achieving, narcissistic charlatans who have turned the practice of being economical with the truth into an art form
Boris Johnson is the master clown voted into power with 90,000 votes – and we are the circus. The lunatics really have taken over the asylum. Arguably, criticism of ‘Bojo’ should be put aside for a few months until he can prove himself. The trouble is, he already has proved himself to be a liar, a fantasist an elitist, a borderline racist, a flim-flamming opportunist who goes whichever way the wind blows to suit an ego the size of Texas.
Beware of politicians who promise Utopia before they’ve taken the reins of power and are faced with hard pragmatic choices. In his election campaign, Gordon Brown smugly informed the voting public that “there will be prosperity for all”. Really? And Johnson appeared to be on some sort of happy drug when he announced that the UK (or what’s left of it) will be absolutely bloody marvellous when he kicks us out of the world’s strongest economic bloc and our closest neighbours to sink into a morass partly of his own making. I’d dearly love to see him fall flat on his face but would rather not see my country get flushed down the toilet in the process.
Lastly, I will not stoop to referring as Johnson as ‘Boris’ partly because I don’t want to get that personal with somebody I despise but also because we have a strange habit of labelling dictators by their first names….Adolf, Uncle Joe, Chairman Mao and Saddam. Given that he has promised to shut down parliament (much like Charles I who initiated a civil war) to get his own way, this seems uncomfortably autocratic. Perhaps the Queen will tell him to “piss orf”.
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